The Armpit/Appendix/Gall Bladder of America

As most of you know, I'm not very fond of "The Garden State", and feel the scenery and populus is more fitted for Dr. Moreau rather than the semi-jet-setters of it's more popular brother, New York. However, I do feel that there is something to be gained out here, perhaps something Penelope Spheeris could capture with her gritty wit, package, distribute, and then use to depress the masses of America. For the past year and a half, I've been in a rut which I haven't quite been able to release myself from, and not being one to wrestle with bouts of depression, am finding it fairly hard not to feel as if I'm in Hell. In my opinion, Dante didn't have it so bad. But to be completely fair, not everything is horrible. I have my soulmate, a couple of good friends, a good paying job, and a wonderful fat cat to keep me busy. *In a side note, if anyone is selling any good motivation in a bottle, please inform me, Thanks!* Perhaps when our sentence here is over, we'll move home to Ohio, have some sadistically funny stories to share with loved ones, and this whole *&%$ing state will fall into the Atlantic.